Thank you, Rebecca. I'm so glad to hear that. It's a hard piece for me to play because it's so delicate. I think I've done it then a motorcycle drives by and wrecks the recording, or my fingers get twisted up, or I didn't actually hit record. Anyway, it was good to play with it and to play. Always does me a world of good. Thanks for listening.
Glad you two made it home. It was a beautiful service and Bill nailed it in his eulogy. You all honored your Dad beautifully. Let's chat when you are feeling up to it. Hugs and lots of love, Mary
Thank you, Mary. And thank for the energy it took for you to join us. I agree about Bill's eulogy. He managed to capture the whole of Bucky, I think. I'll be in touch soon. Looking forward to it.
Welcome back Bar. What a journey. It's good to have you and Brent safely back in the quiet. I just closed my eyes and watched a Monarch flit around a garden. sometimes moving slowly and sometimes bursting up. Your piece captures that movement for me. Perfect for our sunny Winter day. Thank you.
so glad to hear this, Bill. My hope and intention is to make a short video to go with it. Working on that...So good to be home. The roots of my life to date were pulled up this past week. It's time, now, to assimilate the change.
What a beautiful piece, Bar! And absolutely captures the image of flitting butterflies. Thinking of you with much love, having witnessed both your dear parents go through their final metamorphosis in quick succession. It's a different world on the other side of saying goodbye to our parents. May the beauties of nature their beloved spirits close. <3
It is a different world no matter how prepared or thought-we-were-prepared we are. It's a giant thing and I'm deep in it. Thank you for this. Love from here.
so right. Transformation. Seems that's what I'm doing now, and that Bucky has too. Thank you for your kind note which I will answer more fully in the coming days. Really sweet and good to hear your stories of life at their house...Love to you from here. Bar
If a mere picture is worth a thousand words, how much does music like that have to say? Thanks for sharing that. Words are sometimes just not up to the complexity at hand. Take care of yourself.
Self-care. Sending love. xo
thank you, Nan. Much love to you.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Rebecca. I'm so glad to hear that. It's a hard piece for me to play because it's so delicate. I think I've done it then a motorcycle drives by and wrecks the recording, or my fingers get twisted up, or I didn't actually hit record. Anyway, it was good to play with it and to play. Always does me a world of good. Thanks for listening.
I'm so glad it does you a world of good, too. Take care. 💗
Glad you two made it home. It was a beautiful service and Bill nailed it in his eulogy. You all honored your Dad beautifully. Let's chat when you are feeling up to it. Hugs and lots of love, Mary
P.S. Love the new music piece
Thank you, Mary. And thank for the energy it took for you to join us. I agree about Bill's eulogy. He managed to capture the whole of Bucky, I think. I'll be in touch soon. Looking forward to it.
Gorgeous. wow. ❤️
Dear Kirsti. I love you. Thinking about you so much. xoxox
I love you, too. And thinking about you throughout my days ❤️❤️❤️
Welcome back Bar. What a journey. It's good to have you and Brent safely back in the quiet. I just closed my eyes and watched a Monarch flit around a garden. sometimes moving slowly and sometimes bursting up. Your piece captures that movement for me. Perfect for our sunny Winter day. Thank you.
so glad to hear this, Bill. My hope and intention is to make a short video to go with it. Working on that...So good to be home. The roots of my life to date were pulled up this past week. It's time, now, to assimilate the change.
thank you!
Beautiful, Bar. Thank you.
Thank you, Deborah. :)
Re The Last Monarch....
LIFT
Before you lift splendid wing
you have already logged
miraculous bio-journeys,
ones we clumsily
lift up in metaphor
(how odd: metamorphosis
another meta, stumbling)
Then you do lift wing,
flying wildly, inerrantly
to the Source
()which we might
never find
were it not for you)
Love, care, Wayne
Thank you for this, Wayne. If a bit of my music inspires poetry I have done the work I long to do. We feed one another with our creative selves...
Beautiful music!
The perfect words are in those notes. Much, much love to you both.
Dear Nicole. Thank you. We feel it. Thinking of you both too. xo
Love you, Bar. Sending hugs.
received! thank you, Julie.
Serene. Drifting. Cloud-like... without a destination, but at-home. xo
without a destination....exactly. Thank you, Doris.
What a beautiful piece, Bar! And absolutely captures the image of flitting butterflies. Thinking of you with much love, having witnessed both your dear parents go through their final metamorphosis in quick succession. It's a different world on the other side of saying goodbye to our parents. May the beauties of nature their beloved spirits close. <3
It is a different world no matter how prepared or thought-we-were-prepared we are. It's a giant thing and I'm deep in it. Thank you for this. Love from here.
I’m loving the memory of the butterfly and its caterpillar. The piano piece is magnificent. Regards, Keith
so right. Transformation. Seems that's what I'm doing now, and that Bucky has too. Thank you for your kind note which I will answer more fully in the coming days. Really sweet and good to hear your stories of life at their house...Love to you from here. Bar
Just beautiful, Bar. Sending love to you. ❤️
Thank you, Lisa. Back at you. xoxo
Oh Bar, thank you for sharing this gorgeous piece of music with us. And sending you love in the wake of it all.
Thank you Ash. It's always so good to hear from you. I hope life is full and good for you.
If a mere picture is worth a thousand words, how much does music like that have to say? Thanks for sharing that. Words are sometimes just not up to the complexity at hand. Take care of yourself.